Sandwich...

Jess has wanted a new kitten for ages now. I'm still very a dog guy, but with this flat and our forever-in-the-air plans it's just not fair or feasible. Both Todd and Stuart beat me to the puppy line too. Bastards. Anyway... we started looking for a kitten only a few weeks ago. We went to see one little guy, but he was way too small to be taken from his mother so we passed. We actually had an appointment to go see another litter tonight and the idea was to give one of those little guys a new home. But then Jess got an email a few nights back and asked me to take a look at the attached photo. Not the best snap in the world and I got the feeling that Jess was going to pass and stay on plan, but then I pointed out that this small blur in the photo was a little soul too and maybe deserved some more of our attention. Jess melted. One quick trip to Vauxhall and we were 'parents' again. We met Pedro and his flatmate (top chaps) and the kitten's parents (top cats - although one seemed convinced that he was a dog) and we hit it off right away. We promised to keep them updated so you can bitch all you like about the number of cat photos already on the internets, but at least we have a reason for adding to the digital fur mountain. The name 'Sandwich' was my idea... I think it suits her PS A kitten in a carrier is date bait. I never get this much female attention when carrying I Want To Fuck You tucked under my arm. UPDATE: Sandwich got the all clear from the vet and she and Merry are due to meet sometime this evening... [Music: off]